They felt it would be enough time for John to get himself situated so they could catch him in the act. When they returned, they noticed the doors and ...curtains closed. Lisa gave a knowing look at her mother. They walked around to the back door. Quietly opening it, they crept in and entered the living room. John was paging through his sister's fashion magazine, wishing he could wear the dresses some of the models had on. Lost in his thoughts, he was brought back to sudden awareness when he heard. Until then there were just little teasers that were intriguing but only that. For the last nine or ten months our old chummer Alain de Chateau had been working with Hirohito Nogumi of the Togiwara Corp.This looked like another of Nogumi's get there quick schemes. Steal the finished product instead of going through all the research to get there. de Chateau had been the 'fixer' for Nogumi. He had been supplying any and everything that Nogumi had needed. It also looked like he was ripping Togiwara. Simple. And that's what actually happened. Sort of.I get to the bar, I see Meghan across the way, sitting pretty in a short black dress, legs crossed,sipping on a martini like she's sucking my cock already. Far as I'm concerned, I'm as good as fucked,the way she's making herself out to be: smooth thighs, big, round tits, lips that could blow the cap offa bottle of Bud, legs long as tomorrow and an ass as big as today. Fuck, I feel I'm in the bag already,so I sidle up, introduce myself, and. Charlotte was well out of my league. She was stunning, and I had ginger hair with pale skin – amongst the least attractive thing in a man according to society’s definition of beauty. The funny thing was that Charlotte was ginger and pale skinned also. But for women, that could make them look attractive, and Charlotte surely was gorgeous, too good looking for me. She was from the middle class also, and had a snobbish attitude towards us poor folk. She got on quite well with Mike though, maybe.